Quotes About Motherhood

I was like that for the first few months. Then I came back to reality and realized that if I was going to remain sane, I needed to let the poor child out of my arms every now and then. It's working out and we're all much happier.

This was the part where Charlotte, heroine, remembered she was a twenty-first-century woman and a mother. This was Charlotte saying, Hell no!

I think it's lovely. I mean..." I returned my gaze to the fire, because it was easier to talk to him that way. "What I mean to say is, it's lovely to think of your mother holding her first baby, and looking at your fingers and toes, your eyes, your lips, and saying, 'Perfect. He's perfect. My Tegus.' -Dashti

Never for a second had Keri ever thought she'd be envious of a woman who was a bundle of insecurities—whose career consisted of laundry and carpooling, and who had given birth to four walking, talking weapons of mass destruction.

Being a mother is like trying to hold a wolf by the ears," Gram said. "If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you're dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don't have time to think about anything else. And if you've only got one or two, it's almost harder. You have room left over – empty spaces that you think you've got to fill up.

She wished that she dared take a nap; she was tired, and her back hurt, though not enough to make her swear that she was going to find whoever'd thought it would be a good idea to get pregnant and dislocate their jaw.

Give me two weeks to have my baby and then you can kill me.

Cooper would also, inadvertently, bestow something on Joan. At home, he adored his mother and used to call her "Mommie Dearest." Inspired, Crawford would soon confer the title on herself.

To the world I may be Joan Crawford, but to my children I am 'Mommie Dearest,' and those two words mean everything to me," Crawford said in 1943 to Motion Picture magazine. "I

She leans over Roop the way Sardarji leaned over Satya the years she cried for children, brushing tears from Roop's heavy lashes with her lips. She strokes her head as a mother would, says. "Slpee little one, we are together now." And Roop sleeps, overcome by the afternoon heat. While Satya watches her. So trusting, so very stupid.

Later, chatting with me about her own recent delivery, a friend told me how the doctor had informed her that she was considered a "good candidate" for post-delivery bonding. They had let the still-bloody baby warm himself on her bare chest. I was too ashamed to admit that no one had said such a thing to me.

Proving I'm a good mother is the one achievement I'm most proud of. It's brought out the best in me.

How far beyond your mother do you hope to get? You are not going to be a different woman entirely, so just be a slightly altered version of her, and relax.

Maybe motherhood means honoring one's mother.

That makes our hearts sink more than anything else, really, that the childless and the mothers are equivalent, but it must be so—that there is an exact equivalence and an equality, equal in emptiness and equal in fullness, equal in experiences had and equal in experiences lost, neither path better and neither path worse, neither more frightening or less riddled with fear.

Maybe I feel betrayed by the woman inside of me who can't bring herself to do this thing. Or maybe I feel betrayed by my mother, for not devoting herself to me and creating whatever loving memories must be created in a child to make her want to repeat the process again.

Do I want children because I want to be admired as the admirable sort of woman who has children? Because I want to be seen as a normal sort of woman, or because I want to be the best kind of woman, a woman with not only work, but the desire and ability to nurture, a body that can make babies, and someone who another person wants to make babies with? Do I want a child to show myself to be the (normal) sort of woman who wants and ultimately has a child?

The Jewish religion says it's not a child until it's two-thirds out of the woman's body--until the head has completely emerged.

As I was watching, I thought about how unfair it was that she and I had to think about having kids—that we had to sit here talking about it, feeling like if we didn't have children, we would always regret it. It suddenly seemed like a huge conspiracy to keep women in their thirties—when you finally have some brains and some skills and experience—from doing anything useful with them at all.

I named this wrestling place motherhood for here's where I saw God face-to-face and yet my life was spared.

For far too many, pregnancy and birth is still something that happens to them rather than something they set out consciously and joyfully to do themselves.

I was thinking back to all the time in the gym, working hard, and that spurred me on [winning New York marathon just ten months after giving birth

I hope Barack Obama puts another woman on the Supreme Court. And this time, I hope it's a woman with kids.

I'd learned that my mother was a badass in disguise. She was Van Helsing in an apron and heels, and—at least for the time being—I couldn't think of a single thing cooler than that.